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It's amazing that Benjamin Franklin's quote fits so well into our culture today. So many of us buy into this idea in our fast-paced world. I mean, just look at Madonna. The Material Woman (at 52 it's time to grow up) has had so many changes throughout her career it makes you wonder if Ben's quote is tattoo'd somewhere on her body. Not that I want to go looking for it.

Or, the technology world that fears it might lose relevancy if a new cell phone isn't birthed each month.

But change can also be frightening. Perhaps that's one of the reasons we admire Madonna, because she fearlessly changes herself to fit whatever new model she wants while the rest of us cling to our ancient clothes, phones, cars and lives. Don't get me wrong, having an old phone or car is a smart ecological and economical decision when they work well and don't need replacing. But just like it is occasionally necessary to trade in the car for a new one, it's sometimes necessary to change parts of our lives too.

Right now I'm meditating on what all this change means, even as I'm excited and anxious about it. Why am I focused on change?

This is what I bought at the farmer’s market today. If you can’t tell from the picture that’s:

-whole wheat bread

-4 qts of apples and pears

-lettuce

-dandelion greens (or arugula, I can’t tell!)

-sweet potatoes

-small potatoes

-tomatoes

-cauliflower (which I am attempting to like)

-acorn squash

-yogurt

-yellow and green beans

-eggplant

-beets

-Concord grapes (which are the best things I’ve tasted in grape flavor ever)

-ground lamb

So far what I’ve made is Hamad Iraqi Lamb stew with tomatoes and potatoes. It was goooood, especially when we had my apricot baklava for dessert. I think it’s my best batch of fruit baklava yet. Even if I did sort of burn the edges.

Tomorrow I plan to make eggplant moussaka with green beans. And on Wednesday, acorn squash risotto. Friday, stir fried greens and chicken, Saturday I’ll use the cauliflower and mashed sweet potatoes. Or maybe I’ll switch all of this around, I can’t tell. Mmmmm, jealous aren’t you?

Past Posts This Month

Past Posts This Month

Who We Are

So are you to my thoughts as food to life,
Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground;
And for the peace of you I hold such strife
As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found;
Now proud as an enjoyer and anon
Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure,
Now counting best to be with you alone,
Then better'd that the world may see my pleasure;
Sometime all full with feasting on your sight
And by and by clean starved for a look;
Possessing or pursuing no delight,
Save what is had or must from you be took.
Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day,
Or gluttoning on all, or all away.